"Hmmph."
"Hmm?"
Robin set down his utensils as he looked across the table at the stoic priest-turned-orphanage keeper. "Libra, is something wrong?" he asked his companion over the bustle around them.
The Gala Hall of Ylisstol was alight with activity and revelry. The Exalt catered to the delights of the common, the upper crust, and all manners between. And of course, the Shepherds were also there, such as the three couples that had occupied this somewhat isolated table in their most formal attire. Even Panne had been reluctantly coaxed into something a bit more 'man-span friendly', thanks to the efforts of her patient, devoted husband.
Libra's eyes remained closed as he shook his head. "No, nothing at all," he insisted with a sigh.
"It's not the wine, is it?" Cherche asked with some concern as she held her husband's arm. Robin would've offered his thoughts, if not for the interjection of the wary knight.
"Impossible. I checked it myself ahead of time," Frederick insisted. Panne's hand reached for his to silently signal him to settle, which the Great Knight did with some manner of reluctance.
"Please, do not…it is of little concern, truly," Libra all but begged his friends while he kept his hands over the table and near his plate.
"Ahem."
The quartet turned to the lovely redhead at his left as she dabbed her lips free of crumbs. The ring on her finger glowed and glimmered before she let her hand settle back below the cloth and into her lap, much like her other palm. Her long hair remained coiled up in a tight bun at her back as she sipped her rather plain glass of water and offered them all a smile. "Your concerns are greatly appreciated, but I trust that he's fine. Is that not right, Libra?" she asked her husband.
"I am…indeed, Cordelia," he affirmed her stance with a small smile. One that she returned as he settled back on the chair and addressed their friends with warmth and kindness. "So how have you all been? Are you settling well here in the capital, Cherche, Panne?" he asked.
"It is…a trial, to live among Manspawn," the Taguel admitted with a sigh. One that was short-lived as her lips curled up with a fond, nostalgic glimmer in her mind. "But I suppose there are ways to ease the pain. I do quite enjoy the forest you've left in the middle of the city," she explained.
"Oh, the park? Robin and I love to go there. It's so quiet and peaceful at night," Cherche giggled as she nuzzled close to her husband.
"Mmm, is that so," Panne's eyes narrowed at the little display.
Cordelia and Libra watched the quartet's banter while the former shuffled closer to her husband. "That was close - we almost got caught," she admitted as her fingers resumed their strokes beneath the table.
Her holy husband was less than cordial in his musings. "Cordelia, we should stop this - now," he quietly and sternly insisted. His tone made her shiver but didn't deter her actions in the slightest. If anything, she sped up her ministrations, though not loud enough for it to be heard over the bustle of the gala.
Libra kept his strongest, most stoic face as he humored his frisky wife's antics. He sent a silent apology to holy Naga for this rather untoward display he was hardly a stranger to her soft, deft fingers wrapped around his loins in the earliest hours of dawn, of course. And in fairness, he should've suspected something foul when such a routine had not occurred this morning, for that matter.
"Excuse me - I must check on milord," Frederick insisted as he pushed his seat back and rose up to his feet. It was more than clear he had reservations about his pick in wine now, much to Panne's exasperation.
"Please, just sit down," the Taguel demanded of her husband. But it fell on deaf ears as the knight walked off, rather quickly.
"Frederick, I don't-and he's gone," Robin sighed and shook his head. Cordelia hummed in agreement while she continued to jerk off Libra just out of view. The priest tried to calmly eat his rather encumbered plate but found it to be quite the difficult task. Something that the pegasus Paragon managed with one hand, miraculously enough.
"Oh go get him - I'm sure Libra doesn't mind having our company, does he?" Cherche insisted with a calming smile.
"Hmm?" Libra blinked at his name being called. He looked from his equally perplexed wife to the contrast of a coy smile from Cherche and a somewhat sour frown from Panne. "No, that is no trouble at all…" he sighed.
Robin nodded and rose to his feet, but not before he earned one last kiss from his dear wife before he departed. The trio of ladies and the holy man were left to themselves and a rather uneven, heady tension over the assemblage. It was the Taguel who broke the silence as she audibly growled and shook her head. "Man-spawn, will you drop this cha-"
"Houmph!'
"Ngh!"
"Oh my," Cherche chuckled.
"…you humans are so vexing to me," Panne sighed as she returned to her meal while Cordelia's lips wrapped around Libra's cock. Her red, vibrant hair had disappeared from view, and it was only the fact that the two female shepherds had even seen it that added credence to what must clearly be happening just out of sight.
"N-Naga, help-ugh!"
Libra's hand went down onto Cordelia's head as he abandoned his stoic face and openly grit his teeth. Cherche glanced back before she shifted her head to cover Libra's expression from the rest of the gala hall.
"My my, and I thought Robin and I were bold," she chuckled with a tint of pink on her cheeks that matched her hair. Her thoughts quickly filled in the gaps that her eyes left behind. Something that made the poor, beautiful priest wither while he struggled against the redhead's antics. "Hmm, perhaps I need to step things up a bit," the rosette mused to herself.
Cordelia ignored all of that while she bobbed and dipped her mouth over Libra's cock. The holy idol that she worshipped every morning felt so fresh and new. The constant furor of the gala nearby made her loins tremble as she wrapped her hand onto his base for support.
The priest gripped his wife's head while she sucked him down without a care in the world. Not for the massive gala around them full of friends and dignitaries alike. Not even the two married women who could easily tell what was going on as one of them attempted to provide cover and the other simply tried to ignore their antics. The stimulation on his loins wore him down faster than the privacy of their bedchamber until he finally grunted out loud.
"C-Cordelia, I'm-!"
"Hrmph?!"
He didn't just come in her mouth - he erupted with a fury and passion that she'd not seen in some time. Libra's usual loads, while always copious, simply didn't compare to the volume of seed that now filled her cheeks more than any fine-cut steak or hor dourves could hope to match. She desperately swallowed it down as fast as she could, lest she makes a mess that would condemn them later.
Or put herself t risk, for that matter.
Libra held her head while she bobbed her mouth and coaxed out more and more of his seed. His eyes squinted shut while he recited as many praises and psalms to holy mother Naga as he could manage. A few even slipped out under his breath and surely caught the ear of the Taguel close by. "Is this something you normally do, man-spawn?" she asked the priest.
"I doubt that Panne - just look at his face," Cherche giggled before she turned around and looked at the main table. "Ahh. Best hurry up, Cordelia - looks like they're on their way back," the tactician's wife informed the pegasus paragon.
"Ulp. Ulp."
Cordelia finished her impromptu meal before she slipped her head up. Her hand quickly set Libra's spit-drenched cock back in his trousers and gave it a pat just as Frederick and Robin rounded the column and back into view.
"Alright, crisis averted and assassin's thwarted," the tactician grinned and nudged the less-than-bemused wary knight.
"Hardly a japery, Robin," he insisted as he held out an unopened bottle of wine he'd procured from…somewhere. "Cordelia? Are you sure I can't interest you in some?" Frederick offered
The pegasus knight dabbed her lips and shook her head. "No, I don't think I will. But thank you, Frederick- that's quite kind of you," she smiled and sipped her crisp, clear water.
"May we ask why?" Cherche asked with interest.
"Well, let's just say I'd rather not risk anything untoward tonight - not to any of the seven of us," she mused.
"...Wait, seven of us?" Libra blinked.
Cherche and Robin gasped in realization while Panne continued to eat her meal. Frederick picked up on it after a moment's time as the redhead demurely sipped her
"…By Naga's grace," Libra mouthed in awe as his red-cheeked wife smiled at him and gently rubbed her stomach...
